If I stand on this stone At the edge of the sea And I raise up these hands Will you breathe into me Will you speak with my tongue Will you sing down through us Will your hands stir the sea Will you dream that we breathe If your voice is the love That was made by no one And our fingers can touch Where your songs They come from And we walk through this fire And your love kills our thirst And the sun burns your words On the face of this earth Will you sing down through us Will you speak with our tongue Will your seed become seed Will you dream that we breathe To steal the sun I'll feel the light Or touch your hand Or take our sight To sing inside Your burning lung The songs that clothe Your naked son To feel the sea Or drink the air Or breathe the word That lies nowhere To feel the sun Or taste the light Or touch your hand Or steal your sight This is not here This is not now Will you dream that we breathe